What little protection the bus kiosk offered against the icy wind was welcome. She looked up the street hopefully, praying for the sight of a lumbering bus coming her way. Rain, ice really, fell from the sky in tiny frozen droplets that coated everything with slick danger. Her cane wasn’t much help on the ice, but she had to make it from the shelter to the bus in one piece, Carrieanne’s life depended on it.
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